I love ephalumps! They were my Mum’s very favourite animal. Whenever I see one (espesh one as happy as this little gal) it brings back many happy elephant moments (zoo trips and every kind of elephant present given over the years). This one’s for you Mum! ‘Though I know there are elephants galore in Heaven…with wings even!!

Emmm- My mom and I love ettephunts too. She even cried when she watched the Raising the Mammoth special and they speculated how the baby mammoth got stuck in the mud (they did a CGI reenactment, and my mother cried). If there AREN’T elephants (or animals in general) in heaven, I’m not going.

Because we don’t live somewhere in Asia or Africa. . *HMPFH* I visited Zambia a few years back, and the ultimate highlight of my trip was petting semi-wild elephants. The dad’s trunk was a lil too close to my leg for my comfort…but the bebeh! ohhh the bebeh with his tiny snorfer that I got to pet…gaaahhhhh….still makes me smile :)

Gah! I am so jealous, Emmylee! That is SO cool. Course, I got to help feed the penguins at my zoo once – got to go right in the enclosure with them – that’s probably the coolest thing I’ve ever gotten to do… :)

I got to be in the back of the zoo thing with a tiger, with (of course!) bars between us but I was close enough that I could have probably touched his fur although was sternly warned not to. Ditto, polar bear, another time. *sigh* Pretty amazing to be that close even with bars between. (Probably better than no bars, iykwim.)

Who’d a thunk it! A bebe heffalump exploring the laws of physics. You know he’s lucky he didn’t hurt hisself. I remember doing something similar with a skipping rope at this age and nearly puttin’ out my eye! Ouch.

I got to pet a wild horse (a stallion even!), in the wild.. more or less. I live in Nevada and up in the hills in the middle of nowhere at the time. We had horses, so wild ones would come up to the house and say hi to our horses all the time. Well one day, I saw a black one standing out by the corral thry to get his head in between the wires to get a drink from the water trough.

So I took a bucket of water out for him. He ran off a ways, but came back when I went in the house and he drank. He hung around for days and each day I would stay closer after putting the bucket down. On the last day I saw him, I held the bucket and he wasn’t sure at first, but as I talked soothingly to him, he came over and drank out of the bucket and I reached up and touched his forehead. He jumped back, I froze and when I didn’t move again, he came back and finished the water. :D It was the most incredible experience of my life.

And you could tell he had never been tame, He was scarred from fighting, his hooves were horrible looking and his mane and tail were long and tangled, but to me he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen! He looked like an older stallion, so I suspect his herd had been taken over by a young stud and he was lonely. I guess he finally found a new group to hang out with and that’s why he left finally. :) And sorry I wrote a book! lol

“I can’t believe I just lost to a donkey!” *whips self with rope* “I can’t believe that I believed those unskewed polls!” *whip* “How could we have let Obama win with the economy in its current state?” *whip* “Karl Rove played us all for suckers, and we fell for it!” *whip*

Given how much tougher their hides are than ours it probably felt good to the little one. How hard horses like you to scratch would draw blood off another person for instance. And also why you never let a big cat lick you… That tongue will strip the hairs off your arm, AND draw blood.

Julia, the whole scheme of this limerick is based on an extremely filthy limerick I learned at a young, impressionable age. I just replaced “young maid” with “elephant,” “Nantucket” with “Phuket,” and “like a spear” with “hope.”

Oh, my … I hadn’t notice the, um, title/headline above the post.
In my defense, let me say that I was so eager to watch the video that I missed it.
I once visited an elephant sanctuary in Thailand, where my sister helpfully volunteered … me … to be carried around by an elephant in its trunk (trunk curled up, if you can picture it, with small American woman sitting as if on a swing that happens to be alive and attached to an enormous elephant).
A score of us got to play tug-of-war with another elephant — guess who lost the match (in like two seconds flat).